There's a dirty house and a chance of rain
Shaking hands and a tired face
Stares out the window at the flat and grey plains
He is 32, she's gone, said she needed change, she met someone
Why'd she have to tell him on his birthday
He'd been a big man in a small town
Driving fast, scoring touchdowns
Everyone's your friend, when you don't lose
But it hit the fan when the rumors got mean
Said he liked to flirt, he liked to drink
He's gonna leave don't want nothing he can't use
And it's lonely nights, new beginnings
Mostly ties but sometimes winning
Chasing white lines on an Indian summer's day
And there's no fights, no chains
A one man stampede in the passing lane
Running free into the big blue space
Standing in the sun in Santa Fe
He remembered his dad and a foot race
Remembered the difference in size, the difference in strength
But he beat his old man to the shed
Veins pumping blood face turned red
That night he dreamed he was a speeding train
And in the Santa Fe sun he felt that same way
And it's lonely nights, new beginnings
Mostly ties but sometimes winning
Chasing white lines on an Indian summer's day
And there's no fights, no chains
A one man stampede in the passing lane
Running free into the big blue space
And in a motel room no score to settle
Just dirty white towels and pedal to the metal
Running over ghosts, on the blacktop
There's a small wooden cross on the side of the road
The further he goes the lighter his load
So some days he doesn't even stop
And it's lonely nights, new beginnings
Mostly ties but sometimes winning
Chasing white lines on an Indian summer's day
And there's no fights, no chains
A one man stampede in the passing lane
Running free into the big blue space
Yeah, he's running free into the big blue space